AN: PETEY’S FIRST CHRISTMAS.
Usually, Tony hated getting woken up at 6am every morning by his screaming five month old son. Actually, it was pretty much the only thing he hated about having a kid; that, and shitty diapers.
But on Christmas morning? Especially Peter’s first Christmas morning? Tony was awake, waiting by the baby monitor hours before the little guy woke up.
"It’s Christmas daaaayyy!" he screamed, throwing the baby monitor at a still sleeping Steve the second Peter’s cries started through it. Springing to his feet to avoid the monitor when Steve hurled it back at him, he started collecting random articles of clothing to throw onto the bed. "Steve, it’s Christmas! Get up, get up!"
"Tony, I swear to God -"
"JARVIS!" Tony called, tugging on a pair of sweats and an under shirt, "drop my needle, buddy, all over the tower. Loud.”
"Certainly, sir," JARVIS replied as Jingle Bells came on over the comms.
"I’ll go get the kid!" Tony grinned, darting for the door. "Meet you at the tree!"